You might think I wasted my 5 days in Morocco but I heard so many warnings that I was way too scared to enjoy the culture on my own. It was raining half the time and I didn’t enjoy being harassed with the hellos and the compliments.
When I got to Barcelona my first thought was “wow how empty this train station is!” The second one was “Wow it’s really warm even though it’s 8 pm!” And the third one was “Wow I’m so sick of carrying that bag but I can’t wait for tomorrow because this city looks beautiful!”
When I arrived in Nice I took a bus to my hosts and I was sweating with my coat on because it was rather warm and I had to hike up a steep hill. I dropped my bags and surfed a bit while he went grocery shopping by bike (remember the hill I talked about …?) and then we ate some salad with tuna and some shrimp risotto. He was so kind to cook I didn’t have the heart to tell him I don’t like sea food of any kind but now no one can say I never tried it!
On Sunday morning we managed to get up early and were at the train station in time, but with the help of strangers we figured out there was a special training for bad winter weather going on. So we had to take two trains instead of our usual one to get to Amsterdam and then another two trains to get to Breda.
We will forever remember Cornwall and Penzance for our achievement of walking 23km, our walks on the beach and the beautiful landscapes.